i’ve stopped counting

Random update of the minute:

UF’s DHNet is very reliable and usually works. UF’s connection to the world, however, has recently been as reliable as a monkey with a sore throats shouting data across a highway to a monkey with hearing problems.

This story was listed on slashdot: Apparently a programmer for the Sims was tired of people playing the Sims all day and then playing with their guinea pigs. So he added in a special guinea pig to the Sims add-in website. This guinea pig can’t sing the national anthem or defeat barbarian hordes. It is special because it carries a virus that can spread to all nearby sims and do what bad viruses do. Some people thought that was in bad taste. I think it’s really funny. A definite upside to a game that otherwise seems completely paint-by-numbers.

I have decided that the more you pay for orange juice in the orange juice section at Publix, the worse it tastes. The name brand stuff is half as good as the generic brand OJ. I have no idea why.

I just spent the last hour reading all sorts of news articles about people who I think are greedy morons. People are making laws that make it illegal for you to give a computer game to a friend (the original copy) once you don’t want it anymore. People are making it illegal to listen to your music remotely. People are making it illegal for the infamous (spawn of satan, destroyer of all that is holy, I suppose) Kevin M hacker guy to even go around and talk about computers. They don’t care that he served his five years in prison. They don’t care that the terms of his parole require him to move to the exact center of the Sahara desert and stick his fingers in his ears while screaming ‘la la la la’ to avoid technology. And it’s illegal to mix sounds from the Wazzap Budweiser commercial with AP pictures of the Elian Gonzales situation solely for the purpose of being funny. Why doesn’t somebody make it illegal for people to act like complete dorks and go out of their way to smash down others who don’t have shiny happy lawyers?

[The following is hypothetical, yet completely possible.]
Dear ____ : You gave me back the wrong change! That means you’re a thief! Instead of just telling you, I’m going to sue you, prove to the world that you’re evil, set fire to your house, and curse your family for generations. Not because I’m a big dork, but because that’s the American way. I abuse the law to the furthest extent that it can benefit me. I suppose I could grow some humanity, but there’s no Humanity for Dummies book, so I wouldn’t understand that. Please send me the eight cents you cheated me along with signed copies of the attached form(s). You’ll never get away with this, [expletive deleted]! [Expletive deleted] you! I’ll [expletive deleted] see you in [expletive deleted]-ing court, [expletive deleted]! I [expletive deleted]-ING OWN YOU!
/rant

Hmm. Wonder where that came from? I am sleepy.

65 total pages for one lab report is too much for my crappy stapler. Work should be interesting tomorrow, assuming I can find my way there before falling asleep.

Very draining, actually. I am now choosing sleep over doing my rather complicated circuits lab write-up and digital design test preparation. I am in no mental state to care about how PSpice can chart Bode plots. And my mp3 playlist seems full of happy love songs. I’m gonna have to dig out my R.E.M. cd. Flies in the kitchen and various internal damage. Let’s hope my week improves.

New realization: counseling somebody you know and care about is slightly more draining than running up a staircase fullspeed with a piano tied to each shoe, those pianos not at all wanting to be taking upstairs.

Wow, I’m really tired. If I didn’t have a quiz in statistics tomorrow, I’d go back to house ten with some caffeine and see crazy eric from my angle again. But alas, I feel now like the radioactive zombies from the sci-fi channel movie I just watched while learning everything we’ve learned so far in statistics. Oh, how I wish that class was just a stack of copy center notes on the first day and a pass/fail exam on the second day. Then the rest of the classes could be dedicated to something useful to computer engineers. For instance, anything at all other than Poisson random variables. Poisson random variables mean ‘fish’ random variables.

“What’s the expected value of this random variable?”
“Beats me. It’s random.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“You just said it was.”

The world of statistics and the world of computer programming define ‘random variable’ differently. Why then must the engineers take this class? Argh.

Stop The Infamous El Guapo

Twenty-six pages! Aaa! Well, ok, fine… two of them are just the printout of the lab description. Twenty-four pages! Aaa! This lab is much less complicated that the final super-double-lab! Aaa! Part of which is due wednesday! Aaa! I’m going crazy! Aaa!

I’m going to get less than three hours of sleep tonight. It should make work interesting, considering I can’t remember going with less than six hours of sleep. Ever.

Until I get bored with it, I have a webcam. http://plaza.ufl.edu/rehmeyer/crazyhappycam/.
It was just a matter of time.

I could write pages and pages on what happened in the last month and a half - why I wasn’t updating. Apparently when feel I have a better half - a reason for getting up in the morning, I’m not so down on myself and I don’t feel the need to post to my webpage. But as you probably know, that is over and I’m back where I started, except with a page or so of things I’d like to say, but won’t.

I guess that’s good news to the other webpage stalkers, because they now once again have a steady supply of my “girl angst.” But I don’t look forward to another nine months of heart rot.